Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

Even a casual glance sent shivers down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you in the cemetery. Do you prefer a sunrise or sunset

pupils dilated, and she looked away sheepishly, “You’re

figure with a black rosary bracelet giving him an otherworldly air. He was

of a smile in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his dark eyes, slightly lowered, were tinted

like

I

ruthlessness surged in his eyes.

stunning in Beaconsfield. Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious, and pompous, the type of woman he despised

to

you are generous

and soft air, her expressions softening her

grew firmer. He

her skin made her tense up. He wasn’t flirting: he was appraising her

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

was Brielle’s fiancé, Max’s

been caught in bed with her best friend, and now Brielle had

What a delightful game!

Uncle Max? I assure you, there’s nothing untoward